Nori twisted in the sheets, his brows furrowed in distress, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. In his dream, the world was muted and grey. He was running—no, being dragged—through dark hallways, arms pinned behind him. Cold metal cuffs bit into his wrists. He tried to scream, but no sound came.
Then suddenly, he was there. In front of Ryosuke.
"Ryu!" he cried out, heart pounding, but Ryosuke didn't hear him. Couldn't see him. His mate was looking around, frantic, shouting Nori's name into the windless void. But Nori was right there.
"I'm here!" he screamed again, voice still silent. He reached out, but his hand passed through Ryosuke's arm like mist.
Then a sharp bang split the air.
Nori turned just in time to see a figure raise a gun and shoot. The bullet tore through Ryosuke's chest. Blood bloomed. His body hit the ground.
"No—!"
